BLAH STYLIN

[Verse] Ya boy is back up in the kid and still a spoilt brat I talk shmack on audio and serve it for your raps Takin' over mans city, minus all your cash You're bitter and might destroy the gaff, this gargoyle's mad Home wrecker, this girl wants to join the gang Joint in hand, she got that work, no employment plan Lower class, trashy neighbours, if you some royals fam Started from the bottom, on the grind I turned a coin to grands Start my day and roll my weed, then end it straight away By going back to sleep until I'm late to where I need to be You'd be lucky if I showed up 'cause my presence in the present is a present, now present my dough, give me my p I put the work in while you're working out a plan, to put the work Had the work inside a wrap like its a piece of meat I don't care about the law, or even politics, 'cause I just want my crystal ball and roll like this is FIFA Street I'm a nappy-headed, Makavelli, eyes on me like Makavelli Had to learn to bag and sell it, always been the blacker berry Hungry, what a fatter belly, munching on a Maccies' brekkie Surprised I ain't fat already, red eye'd looking at the telly Ain't nothing new on the news, but I knew it From young, watching cartoons and I still do it While drawin' on a big fat ember of the doobie Isolated on my own with iceolator and a movie Grey clouds, so I Cult sag in doors with my GORE-TEX, while it rains out Bored, no weed at me mates house I just got a ben but gave him 8 pounds I needed two quid for a single and a Raw pack Shouts to my brother though, we already bought that Smoked out, can't be assed to even talk back But when I'm sober I still ignore man Say nothin', got my middle finger up I'd rather have, than feel, like a million bucks And I got enough rhymes to fill a million books I feel alive, when I'm killin' stuff